By Miss Love
“Aeroplane, daddy aeroplane
Aeroplane, mummy aeroplane
I want to be a pilot,
Stop that ridiculous rhyme child!
It will not happen “like this, like this, like this”
Not in this segregation
In this continuous degradation…
But maybe it will eventually come to pass
When pigs fly
“Parents listen to your children
We are the leaders of tomorrow
Try to pay our school fees
And give us better education”
Stop that nonsense, stupid!
Who told you better education means better tomorrow?
Even the teacher that taught you the sorrowful dirge
Don’t you see her life, like that of drenched wretch?
Child, if it’s “like this” you expect better tomorrow
It will only happen when pigs fly
“Today’s readers are tomorrow leaders
Read well, Pass well and Get wealth”
Don’t be deceived child
They are mere fables and short stories
Bend now and buckle down
Forget the hope and take to lope
Hope itself is being looted
Tomorrow is covered in misty cloud
I saw it through the show glass of favoritism
The plain mirror of segregation
The wide gap of irritation
The continuous rise in degradation
And you still expect better tomorrow “like this”
Tomorrow lies in misty weather
Child put your hands together in prayer
Pray to your God to grant you swiftness
Stop hiding under the tent of tomorrow’s sweetness
Get up now and make your tomorrow from today
Don’t wait for tomorrow to be better
You felt like crying when mama told you
Food consumption is now being calculated
She even expressed it mathematically
With the jargon of Zero One Zero
Or you take to One Zero Zero
Or you go for Zero Zero One
You thought it’s all a joke until
She told you to find your way if you can’t cope.
Man, weep not for her
Her hope now in when pigs fly
Her hope now a piece of a dashed jar
Better wise up and buckle down now
Make your tomorrow better from today.
If your hope still lies in better tomorrow
Then I tell you it will come to pass
Only when pigs fly.
“An advice to those who still hope for the illusionistic better tomorrow”